Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2010 08:13:11 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott Chapter 7
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Just Like Scott
Chapter 7
Anything Other Than Me
Scott woke abruptly to the sound of Reveille blaring from the loud
speaker. "Last day for this group," He thought to himself. "It'll be nice
to get a new group, all excited for their time at camp. I'll miss Matt
though. I hope he does okay back home."
Tom, his senior C, pulled his sleeping bag over his head and pressed one
arm over his ear.
"Won't work." Scott said. "Time to get up."
"I know." Tom mumbled. "Don't remind me."
"We better get going; we hafta get the camp all cleaned up for final
inspections, then get these little squirrels down to breakfast." Scott
said, sitting up and scratching his balls through his boxes. "Wow, I gotta
pee a river."
Scott got up and found a pair of shorts on the floor and pulled them over
his boxers. He slipped into his flip flops and pushed through the green
canvas flaps of the tent and headed for the outhouse on a half-run. In the
outhouse, Scott quickly pulled both waistbands down below his balls,
released his internal valve, and let his powerful stream splash into the
metal trough. The sound of his piss against the tin echoed through the
little wooden building. "Ahhh..." Scott sighed with relief as his bulging
bladder started to drain.
Detecting motion, Scott glanced to see Matt coming in. Matt caught his eye
and smiled big. "Hey." Matt called.
"Hey." Scott acknowledged.
Matt who was initially headed into one of the curtained toilet stalls,
changed direction and went to stand next to Scott. Matt slipped his sweat
pants and undies down to his knees and leaned in toward the metal trough,
but nothing came out. The bottom of his butt cheeks peeked out from under
his t-shirt. Matt turned to peek at Scott's dick and balls. They were
partially hidden by Scott's hand, disappointing Matt.
"You gonna pee or not?" Scott asked.
"I need to, but it won't come out." Matt said.
"Nervous bladder, eh?" Scott joked.
"What?" Matt asked. "What do you mean?"
"It's called nervous bladder when you have a hard time peeing in front of
others." Scott explained.
"Oh." Matt said, "Yeah, I guess. Is that bad?"
"Nah, just how it is for some guys. Not me, though, I could piss in the
middle of a football stadium if I needed to go." Scott said.
Finally, the tinkle of Matt's little stream started just as Scott forced
out his final spurts. Scott milked his big penis dry and shook it a bit,
then slid the foreskin back up over the glans. He slipped his waistbands
back up and turned to wash his hands. As he turned, he took a final peek at
Matt's little dick. "Remember what I taught you when you get back home
about controlling your boners." Scott advised.
"I will. Thank you." Matt said, turning to wash up also. "I wish you could
suck it for me once more before I have to go."
"Shhh!" Scott hissed. "Someone might hear you. Geez."
"Oops. Sorry." Matt said, "But, I really wish you could."
"Me too, buddy. I liked helping you out with it." Scott reflected on the
times he jacked and sucked Matt off to prevent an embarrassing boner in the
showers.
"Can we try it one more time?" Matt pleaded.
"I don't think we'll have a chance, bud. You guys all leave right after
breakfast."
"Mmm, Okay." Matt said. Matt dried his hands and then wrapped both arms
around Scott, pressing his chubby cheek against Scott's bare chest. Scott
hugged him tightly back.
"Just believe in yourself, buddy, and don't pay attention to all the
bullcrap other guys say." Scott said. "Okay?"
"Okay." Matt agreed. "Thanks for being so nice to me."
"You're welcome. We better get going now. Lot's to do." Scott said, pulling
free from Matt's embrace.
Scott, returned to his tent and pulled on one of the red camp leader shirts
and swapped into a clean pair of boxers and shorts. He also put on ankle
socks and his Vans, since flip flops weren't allowed outside of the
campsites. Tom was already up directing the cleanup efforts. Scott pitched
in and started inspecting tents. Of course, half the boys weren't even
slightly packed and he had to start prodding them. Matt was one of the slow
ones and Scott pitched in to help him stuff his dirty clothes and
knick-knacks into his bags. When no one was looking, Scott grabbed Matt's
crotch and gave a little squeeze and a wink. Matt giggled and pulled
away. Scott grinned slyly as he headed out to check the next tent.
Finally, all the bags were packed and laid out on and around the picnic
tables for pickup by the older staff in the camp trucks. When the tents
were swept out and all the litter picked up, the group took their final
march to the mess hall for their final breakfast. Today's breakfast would
be the best one of all. It was probably intended to improve the campers'
opinions of the food, when asked about it by their parents. After
breakfast, the camp director gave his final speech and reminded the campers
of all the fun events they had experienced and told them to ask their folks
to send them back again next year. Over the next hour, everyone sat around
on the parade grounds and chatted and horsed around as parents arrived to
pick up their little squirrels. Tomorrow afternoon, the reverse process
would take place as a new batch of squirrels arrived. In between now and
then, the counselors had to get the camp back into shape and do some minor
maintenance and then had some cherished time off. Scott was excited to go
into town with Tom and some of the other senior C's. Normally, the squibs
weren't invited, but Tom said he could go.
"Mom!" Matt shouted. He ran over and pulled his mother to where Scott was
sitting.
"This is Scott, the bestest counselor in camp." Matt said.
Matt's mom laughed. "No such word as bestest, Matt." She playfully scolded,
then turned to Scott and said, "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too." Scott stood and extended his hand. "Matt was a
good camper and is a very talented musician. He tried switching to the
trumpet and did really good with it."
"That's nice to hear. I hope he wasn't any problem for you." She chimed.
"Ahh, no. He was great." Scott said, mussing Matt's hair. Matt pushed his
hand away and smiled.
"Well, thank you for making his time here a positive experience. I was sort
of worried about him." She said and lowering her voice, added, "He's a
little shy."
"Yeah, well, he did fine, really." Scott assured her.
Scott helped carry Matt's bags to the car trunk and Matt gave Scott one
last, big hug. Matt sucked both lips between his teeth and wiped at tears
in the corners of his eyes. "Hey, don't start that." Scott said. "You'll
get me started. See ya later, buddy." Scott winked and reached out to muss
Matt's hair again and Matt glanced at his mom climbing into the driver's
seat. Quickly, he reached out and squeezed Scott's dick and balls, then
sprinted to the passenger door, laughing.
"Hey!" Scott said.
"Gotcha back." Matt giggled and jumped into the car. Scott shook his finger
playfully and walked back to the parade grounds.
Finally, all the boys were picked up and he and Tom could return to their
campsite. They found the inspection report and list of things to do on the
picnic table held down by a small rock.
"Great, no problems on our inspection." Tom said, proudly.
"We have to go to our activity areas and get everything there in shape
first and then at 11:00 we'll meet back here and go scrub down the
showers. We also have to stack more firewood. I'm glad we didn't get
outhouse duty this week. I hate that assignment." Tom said.
Scott headed off to the band room and Tom went off to arts and
crafts. Scott checked out all the rental instruments and made sure they
were clean and working. He had to oil a bunch of the valves on the brass
instruments and make sure there were enough reeds for the wind section. He
sorted through all the music folders and made copies from the originals to
replace missing pages. Cheryl, the female counselor assigned to band, was
there helping also. She sterilized all the mouthpieces. She flirted with
him a little bit as they worked. The band director had already left for his
time off, so it was just the two of them. Cheryl was sort of hot looking,
but dressed a little slutty for Scott's taste. Even though she was a few
years older than Scott, she was shorter than him. She was pretty well
developed, but not huge in the tits department. She wore her blonde hair
sort of short and straight. She had this stupid habit of licking her bottom
lip and then sucking it across her teeth, acting all sexy like when she
talked to you. She also wore way too much makeup. Still, it was fun to be
flirted with by an older chick.
Scott asked what she was doing with her time off and she said she was going
into town to get wasted, like most of the older counselors did every other
Saturday night. He told her he was going too, but not to get wasted. She
looked at him odd, but didn't question him. He asked if Michelle was going
and Cheryl said that she was. "Cool." He said. "She's hot."
Cheryl laughed out loud. "You don't say that about another girl."
"Why." Scott asked.
"Because it's rude. It's like she's hot, but you're not." Cheryl explained
in a sarcastically sing-song tone.
"I didn't mean it that way. You're kinda hot too." Scott said, fumbling.
"Oh, gee, thanks. Nice to know I'm kinda hot." Cheryl chuckled and
teased. "You're so cute." She made twisting motions in her cheeks with her
pointer fingers where Scott's dimples were in his cheeks.
Scott wasn't sure that was a compliment and didn't answer. Instead, he
pulled out one of the trumpets and blew a B-flat and adjusted the tuning
slide. Scott had perfect pitch and could tune by ear. Then, he launched
into a smooth rendition of Herb Albert's "This Guy's in Love" song. Scott
knew most of Herb Albert's music for the trumpet. His teacher was a huge
fan, and honestly, Scott liked him too. Scott had lots of trumpet artists
on his iPod, including Louis Armstrong, Doc Severson, and Chuck
Mangione. He took some crap for it sometimes when peeps would go through
his song lists, but he didn't care, he liked listening to it.
"See ya later, bugle boy." Cheryl called out as she headed out the door.
"See ya." Scott said back, launching into "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy from
Company C."
Cheryl laughed as she disappeared down the walkway.
Tom walked in right after Cheryl left and sat down in one of the band
chairs and listened while Scott laid out one incredible trumpet solo after
another. Finally, Scott stopped, blew the spit out of the spit valve, and
pulled the mouthpiece out.
"Don't quit." Tom said. "You're awesome. I'm lovin' it."
"Thanks." Scott chuckled, but he continued to put the trumpet away.
"No, Seriously." Tom said. "Why did you quit band if you play that well?"
"I dunno, just did." Scott answered, deflecting the uncomfortable question.
"Yeah, but why?" Tom insisted.
"Well, band's not cool at my school. All my friends are in sports, mostly
swim."
"Oh, so you had to quit band to do swim?" Tom seemingly understood.
"Well, no, I suck at sports, especially swimming. I just quit." Scott said.
"Just because you were afraid how it made you look?" Tom asked.
"Maybe, I guess."
"That's stupid." Tom said, bluntly.
"Yeah, kinda I guess. I sorta miss it." Scott admitted.
"I bet your friend, Mike, was giving you crap about it, wasn't he?"
"A little, I guess." Scott said. "Not exactly giving me crap, just...you
know..., things he said about how guys talked about band and computer
geeks."
"That's no reason to quit on something you love doing and are good at." Tom
lectured.
"Okay, mom. Thanks for the advice." Scott said, sounding intentionally
annoyed. "Sort of like you stopping jerking off because of your dad." Scott
shot back.
"It's not the same at all." Tom said. "You know it isn't. Besides, I went
back to jackin' last night."
"I know, I heard." Scott said with a chuckle. Then Scott mimicked Tom's
voice and pumped his fist up and down against his crotch, "Oh, Oh, Oh,
Yes."
"All right, All right, that'll do donkey. C'mon dude, let's go get our
showers scrubbed, eat some lunch, and get ready for town." Tom said.
Scott finished putting the trumpet away and followed Tom out the door,
testing to be sure it locked behind him.
"What exactly we gotta do?" Scott asked, as they carried the buckets,
sponges, mop, and disinfectant up to the showers.
"Make sure all the heads shoot out good and get hot water. Then, we have to
wipe down all the walls and mop the floor with this cleaner stuff." Tom
explained. "It's not too bad."
"My head shoots out good, does yours?" Scott joked.
"Oh my god, is that the only place your fifteen year old brain ever goes?"
Tom said, amused.
When they entered the first shower building, Tom sat down on the bench and
pulled off his shoes and socks. Then, to Scott's surprise, he stripped
completely naked. Scott laughed. "What're you doing?"
"I don't like to get my clothes all wet." Tom explained.
"That's kinda weird. Why not just wear your swimsuit, then?" Scott said,
shaking his head.
"I usually do, but I forgot it and I figured since it was with you, it
didn't matter." Tom answered. "You gonna join me?"
"No, I ain't no nudist." Scott said.
"Whatever, suit yourself." Tom said and went down the row of showers
turning them all on. He was walking through the spray adjusting the valves
until he verified that they all got hot water. Scott watched from the
dressing area where he was scrubbing the walls and benches with a sponge
soaked in disinfectant. Tom turned all the water off and grabbed a bucket
and started sponging the walls in the shower area. Scott filled a mop
bucket and started mopping the counselor showers and dressing area. When he
was finished with that, he went into the camper shower area and mopped. He
watched as Tom's dick swung loosely from side to side as he washed down the
walls.
"There. Now, we just turn 'em all back on and rinse things off." Tom
announced as he made the rounds, twisting knobs. Scott rinsed the mop and
ran it over the walls and floor of the dressing area he'd just cleaned.
"Looks good." Tom declared, drying off with a couple of the rags. He pulled
his clothes off the shelf and dressed. "I'm surprised you got all shy about
getting naked. You haven't been shy in the tent."
"I'm not shy. It's just weird, that's all." Scott said.
At the next shower building, three of the showers didn't work and Tom put
it on his maintenance report. They repeated the process again for this
building and Tom whistled while he worked in the buff. Scott stole glances
and wondered if he was just showing off for him. He was hard to figure out,
sometimes. Finally, they were on their last building and Scott was ready to
be done with it.
"Last chance to get naked." Tom said playfully, as they entered.
"Last chance for you, thank god." Scott said.
"Afraid you'll pop a boner or something?" Tom teased. "You know, if Matt
were still here, he could show you how to avoid that little problem." Tom
laughed alone at his joke.
"Ha, Ha, Ha." Scott mimicked. "Yeah, that must be it. I don't wanna pop a
boner from watching your hairy ass running around naked."
"Well, if you want, I could help you avoid that, the same way you helped
Matt out." Tom said, with too serious of a tone in his voice to be joking.
"Are you coming on to me?" Scott asked, smirking.
"No. I'm just saying. If you wanted it, or needed it...you know...I could
help." Tom said.
It was suddenly clear to Scott that Tom wanted to mess with him. That had
been his whole reason for this naked thing all along. Scott studied Tom for
a while without knowing quite what to say. Finally, he said, "If you wanted
to suck my dick, all you had to do was ask."
Tom blushed. "That obvious?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"Well, like I said, I wanna be honest with myself now and not to try to be
something I'm not." Tom said, staring deeply into Scott's brown eyes. "And,
honestly, I'm attracted to you. Last night, when I jacked off for the first
time in months, I thought about sucking you off while I did it." Tom
confessed.
"Okay, this is awkward." Scott finally said after an uncomfortable pause.
"Yeah, a bit." Tom agreed.
"So, are you saying that you're certain you're gay now?" Scott asked
bluntly.
"No, I'm not sure, for sure, but I'm at least bi. I'm pretty sure of that."
Tom said.
"Well, let's get this shower done and go back to the tent. If you really
wanna suck me off there, I'm cool with it. But, I don't think I wanna suck
yours back. You okay with that?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, sure." Tom smiled. "Totally okay."
Tom and Scott worked more quickly on the last building. Truthfully, it
didn't get quite as thorough of a cleaning as the other four had
gotten. Before leaving, they both stripped down and used some leftover
shower gel they had collected to take a nice hot shower. They showered in
the open camper area instead of the counselor stalls. Tom watched Scott
intently, almost lustfully, as Scott washed his young, smooth body. By the
end, Tom had an erection. Scott ignored it without comment, but he knew
what he was doing and had purposefully made a show of lathering up his dick
and balls and bending over to wash up his butt crack, all in Tom's full
view, to tease him. Not having a towel and since the rags were already all
wet, they used their t-shirts to dry off with and walked shirtless back to
the maintenance shed.
"Guess what?" Scott asked, as they walked back to their campsite from the
maintenance shed, where they had returned their cleaning stuff.
"What?" Tom replied.
"Cheryl told me she's going into town tonight with Michelle. You know
Michelle likes you, right?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, I know." Tom said without the excitement Scott expected. "She tries
to flirt with me all the time. She did it last year, too."
"She was here last year?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, we both worked in arts and crafts then, too." Tom confirmed.
"So you gonna try and make out with her tonight?" Scott asked, and then
added, "She's unbelievably hot. Plus, you're like the only one she really
pays any attention to."
"Maybe." Tom said unconvincingly.
"Hmm, maybe pretty much always means no. At least it does when my mom says
it." Scott waited for some response, but Tom just walked on in silence.
Scott's mind wandered to various sex positions he'd like to try out with
Michelle, concluding with him rubbing his dick between her big tits on top
of one of the mess hall tables. When they were back at camp, Scott realized
he had a boner from his daydreams.
"Looks like you're all ready for me." Tom said cheerfully, as he reached
over and flicked Scott's boner through his tented up shorts.
"Actually, I was thinking about doing Michelle." Scott said.
"Ouch! That hurts. But, I don't believe you, Mr. Straight Guy." Tom said,
smiling. "You're thinking about getting that big thing sucked by me." Scott
didn't try to argue with him. Let him think whatever. "So, you ready to do
it now?" Tom raised his eyebrows up and cocked his head sideways toward
their tent.
"Yeah, if it'll make you happy, let's get 'er done." Scott said, trying to
sound indifferent, but honestly excited by the thought of getting sucked
off.
"Ladies first, then." Tom said, holding the flap open.
"Shut up. That means you then." Scott laughed and gave Tom an unexpected
shove causing him to stumble over the platform and into the tent
first. They both laughed.
Inside the tent, Scott pulled off his shoes and socks and hung the socks to
dry at the top end of the cot. Then he spread his wet shirt over the
railing at the foot of the cot. Finally, he pulled off his shorts and
boxers and left them on the floor. Scott lay on his cot on top of his
sleeping bag and started rubbing his dick to make it hard again. Tom
climbed up between Scott's legs and Scott smiled seeing Tom was naked
also. Tom had a twitching boner and a smile as wide as his face. "I'm not
doing yours, remember?" Scott informed him. "If you want, I'll jack it, but
I'm not in the mood to suck it."
"It's been so long since I had any fun like this." Tom said, ignoring the
comment and taking over the effort to get Scott hard. A few strokes later,
Scott was ready for action. Without any wasted time, Tom leaned down and
slipped Scott's thick, hot, 6 1/2 inches into his mouth. Scott sucked in a
breath and peeked down.
Scott watched Tom expertly arouse his manhood. Tom was way good at
this. Way better than anyone else who'd ever blown Scott in the past, back
home. Tom could engulf Scott's whole dick into his mouth by relaxing his
throat and letting the tip disappear past the tonsils. Then, Tom would
gently regurgitate it back up into his mouth and repeat the process. The
sensation on his dickhead was fantastic. Scott hadn't been completely
inside another guy's mouth since he was like 13 before his dick started
really growing. Tom alternated sucking him with the foreskin up and then
for a while with it pulled down off the head. When Scott's friend, Mike had
tried doing that before, it was way too sensitive, but Tom knew just how to
do it. With him, it was just immensely pleasurable. Tom kept a layer of
saliva between Scott's sensitive head and his tongue and it was a new and
overwhelmingly good sensation. Tom applied just the right amount of
pressure. Soon, Scott was rising and falling in a thrusting motion to match
Tom's slow, steady, sucking rhythm. When the pressure started building, Tom
sensed it and pulled off. He softly kissed Scott's abs and groin and
balls. That seemed unnecessary and was a bit off-putting to Scott.
"Go back to sucking." Scott urged.
Instead, Tom reached down and brought out a bottle of baby oil. He poured
some on Scott's dick and started working Scott by hand and rubbing his
balls. Tom reached under Scott's balls and pressed and rubbed along the
base of Scott's boner between his balls and butthole. Then, Tom poured some
more oil on his fingers and slipped Scott's aching boner back into his warm
moist mouth. With the freshly oiled fingers, Tom rubbed across Scott's
quivering butthole. As Tom swallowed Scott's dickhead again, pressing his
nose into Scott's pubes, Tom simultaneously pressed his finger upward,
popping his middle finger knuckle deep into Scott's anus.
"Aaay." Scott exclaimed, jerking upward. "What're you doing? Don't!" Scott
clenched his asshole, expelling the invading finger. "That's too gay for
me."
"Just relax and let me show you something wonderful. Don't think of it as
gay; think of it as a new way to get off. We're just a couple friends
having fun together, okay. This isn't about gay love or anything. Trust me,
okay?"
Scott hesitated, clenching tighter. "What is it you want to show me?" He
asked, suspiciously.
"It's called a prostrate massage. It's great. Trust me." Tom said.
There was that request to trust again. But, Scott didn't know if he wanted
to or not. Finally, he decided Tom had always been trustworthy and wouldn't
likely do anything to hurt him, so he slowly relaxed his sphincter. "Okay,
but if I don't like it, you have to stop."
"I will. I promise." Tom agreed and poured more oil on his finger. Scott
laid his head back on the pillow and fought his nervousness, focusing on
relaxing his butthole. It would start to relax then instinctively and
suddenly seize back up. Bit by bit, he managed to relax for longer
stretches.
Tom deep throated Scott once again and slowly slid his long, middle finger
up inside Scott little by little whenever Scott managed to relax
again. Scott's body reacted to each insertion by clenching down on the
impaling finger. It was a strange new experience. Scott had thought about
fingering himself before and had even put a finger up inside a couple times
in the shower, using soap as lube, but it always sort of burned and he had
lost interest in it. Slowly, Tom began stroking Scott's prostrate by
pulling his finger across it in a "come here" motion. The sensations were
new and powerful as Tom suggested they would be. The sensations grew
overpowering and Scott cried out in ecstasy as the most amazing climax of
his life overtook and shook him to his core. Scott became aware of the
violent spasms clutching the finger up his ass and the intense pressure of
his cum forcing its way out. Tom swallowed the first shot of cum but pulled
off and watched the remaining shots splatter over Scott's torso slowly
milking Scott's pulsating dick. After what seemed like forever, Scott was
left gasping for air and ordered Tom, "Pull your fucking finger out of my
ass now, please."
Tom complied and stroked Scott's bright red balls and sifted his fingers
through Scott's sticky brown pubes. Tom licked at the pools of cum
splattered all over Scott's belly and chest. Some was already dripping down
his sides. Tom pushed Scott's legs together and straddled them. Tom poured
more oil on his own boner and started stroking it furiously. Then, he
poured oil on Scott's abs and groin and lay down, pressing his rock hard
boner into Scott and began humping with wild abandon. Scott continued to
lay motionless and exhausted, breathing hard still to catch his breath, and
just let Tom do his thing on top of him. His own boner was receding. Scott
could feel his slimy cum sliding between their bodies. In no time, Tom
tensed up and gritted his teeth and squirted another load of hot cum onto
Scott's body, mixing their juices. When Tom relaxed and gained control of
his own breathing again, he sat up on Scott's legs and swirled their pooled
juices together. Reaching down with his jacking hand, Tom took a finger
full of the mixture to his mouth. "Eat some of our cum." Tom urged, as he
lifted a second finger full to Scott's lips. "We'll be cum brothers
forever. Like Indian blood brothers, we will always carry part of each
other with us, wherever we go."
It struck Scott as corny and kind of lame, but he controlled himself from
making a joke and went along, since Tom seemed really serious about it. He
was a strange guy and definitely hard to figure out. But, he was the best
senior C in camp and treated Scott with respect, not like the other
butthead C's that were mean to their squibs. And, he had just rewarded
Scott's trust in him with the most amazing orgasm of his entire life. Scott
obediently opened his lips and Tom slipped his cum soaked finger into
Scott's mouth. Scott licked it clean and closed his eyes, sampling the
flavor. Scott didn't mind the taste of cum. He ate his own quite often. He
swore he could taste a hint of the Flaming Hot Cheetos that Tom had been
munching on all morning as they worked.
Tom climbed off and tossed Scott his towel. They wiped up and decided to
pull on some shorts and go take another shower. They walked to the closest
shower building in nothing more than shorts and flip flops and showered in
the campers' section again. They took turns soaping each other up. Tom
reveled in rubbing Scott's soft, tender body and Scott loved the rock hard
athletic muscles of Tom's legs, butt, and back.
"Tom." Scott said.
"Yeah."
"I gotta admit. That was freaking awesome."
"Good." Tom said, smiling. He knew it had been, but was glad Scott admitted
it out loud.
"Maybe we can do it some more, later on." Tom suggested.
"I'm up for it." Scott agreed.
"Well, yeah, you'll sort of need to be. That's the only way it works." Tom
said, chuckling.
"You goofy idiot." Scott said, punching Tom in the arm. "Let's get dressed
and go eat some lunch. I'm freakin' starving. Sex makes me hungry."
Scott sat across from Tom at the table with about ten other
counselors. Scott took a bite of his triple decker, turkey, ham, salami,
cheese, tomato, more cheese, lettuce, pickle, onion, mayo, mustard, and
more cheese sandwich. "Mmmph, rook, ere umms mshl."
"Wow, I have no idea what you just said. Didn't your mom ever teach you not
to talk with your mouth full?" Tom asked.
"Sorry, dad." Scott said, swallowing. "I said, here comes Michelle."
Tom turned slowly and looked. Michelle saw him then and smiled, moving in
their direction.
"Can I join you guys?" she asked. Her amazing tits were hanging over her
food tray. Scott was staring. Scott thought about asking where she got
those two big cupcakes on her tray, but decided against it, thinking it
might make him sound sorta juvenile.
"Sure." Scott answered for everyone and scooted over to make room, pushing
the guy next to him and starting a domino effect down the bench. She
smiled brightly and slid gracefully into the space.
"What are you eating?" Michelle asked, as Scott took another bite of his
masterpiece.
"A iller amich." Scott garbled.
"Geez, what a trogladite." Tom said, shaking his head slowly and rolling
his eyes.
Michelle laughed excessively loud for the level of his joke. "What kind of
dressing did you get on your salad, Tom?" She asked. She widened her
gorgeous blue eyes and smiled.
"Ranch." Tom answered.
"What's up with that?" Scott asked, after swallowing his second
mouthful. "The one day you can make any killer sandwich you want and you
two ladies are having salad. I mean, Michelle, I get, cuz you gotta keep up
that awesome figure, but what's with you, Tom?"
"Maybe I just like eating healthy while I finally got a chance. Some of us
care what goes in our bodies, ya know. I'm so sick of the greasy glop they
feed us all week."
"Whatever you say, Tommy Boy. But, you don't know what you're missing."
Scott said as he took an exaggerated slow bite of his giant
sandwich. "Mmmm, oo reakin oood!" Bits of bread and cheese spit out as he
tried speaking and everyone around laughed.
"What a pig." Tom said.
"Oink Oink." Scott said, slurping down a swig of his Pepsi. "Hey, Michelle,
Cheryl told me that you were going into town tonight. Tom's letting me go
with him and some other C's, too, maybe we'll see you there."
Michelle laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure you will, since there's pretty much only
one place to go to in town."
"Oh," Scott said, a bit embarrassed at not knowing that, "Well, cool
then. So, what do you guys do in town, anyway?"
The other C's at the table stopped eating and, along with Tom and Michelle,
stared at him, then Michelle said, "Let's just say, we all hang out at the
'Whistle Stop' together."
Scott felt like the one left out of some kind of inside joke and from the
reactions of the others at the table, decided to drop it.
Michelle reached over the table and put her delicate hand over Tom's and
said, "I been looking forward to tonight for a long time. How about you,
Tom?"
Tom didn't return her gaze, but he didn't pull his hand away either, "Yeah,
definitely." He said without any hint of the flirty tone, Michelle had used
on him.
They finished eating with just small talk about some of the squirrels in
their last group of campers and the stupid stuff they did. One of the male
C's said he caught a kid jacking off in the community outhouse. He said he
could see right through the side of the stall curtain but the kid didn't
stop even when he saw him standing there. Tom got embarrassed and told him
to shut up about stuff like that with girls at the table. Michelle flashed
him an appreciative smile even though she had been laughing right along
with the others over the story.
They cleaned up the mess hall and headed back to camp. Tom and Scott both
napped for a couple hours, then Scott wrote his parents and Sammy a
letter. His letter to Sammy was pretty short, but he told him he missed him
a lot and hoped he was having a fun summer. He reminded him to stay out of
his stuff. Scott listened to his iPod while he wrote the letters and this
one song by Gavin DeGraw just like jumped out at him.
I don't wanna be anything other than what I been tryin' to be lately,
All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind,
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wonder what I gotta do,
Or who I'm supposed to be,
I don't wanna be anything other than me.
"Wow, that's perfect." Scott thought. "I gotta show it to Tom." It stuck in
his head and he hummed it over and over on his way to and from the camp
office where he mailed the letters and picked up his first paycheck. On the
way back he opened the check envelope and started skipping as he looked at
the numbers on it. "Damn, by the end of summer that Yamaha's gonna be
mine." He said out loud to no one but himself.
Scott started daydreaming about flying off the jumps and blasting through
the bermed corners at high speed. Never before had he ever been so excited
by anything as riding his cousin's dirt bike the prior summer in
Wyoming. He reflected on how he'd argued and argued with his mother about
letting him get a dirt bike of his own after he found out his friend, Nick
was selling his old Yamaha 125. Scott's love for his dad swelled, as he
remembered how his dad finally spoke up at dinner one night in favor of
Scott getting a dirt bike. He recalled how his mom had glared at his dad
but his dad just stared back and said, "Honestly, Jeannie, let him be a boy
for once." Then he made Scott promise to always wear a helmet and other
protective gear whenever he rode and offered to match whatever Scott earned
to help him buy the bike. Scott would have promised anything at that
moment. He was elated. Right after that, he heard about this opportunity to
be a camp counselor. It was all just perfect. Life was good. He started
humming the Gavin DeGraw song again as he came into camp.
"Where you been?" Tom asked. "We gotta get ready to go."
"Oh, sorry. I just picked up my check." Scott apologized.
"Bring it with, you can cash it in town if you want." Tom said.
"Nah, I'm saving up for something." Scott said.
"Really, what?" Tom asked.
"A dirt bike." Scott said. "A Yamaha 125. It's so awesome."
"Wow, cool." Tom said. "Well, take some cash, cuz we eat dinner there."
"So what should I wear?" Scott asked.
"Jeans and a decent shirt, kinda like I'm wearing." Tom answered.
Scott quickly dressed and splashed on some cologne. He missed smelling nice
up here at camp. He'd left his good cologne back home and taken a bottle of
his dad's cheap stuff to camp. Still it was better than the B.O. he usually
smelled of.
Scott followed Tom to the parking lot where three other senior C's were
standing by an old green Ford.
"About fucking time." One of the guys said, tossing Tom the keys. Then he
added, glaring at Scott, "What's up with the squib?"
"I said he could come." Tom said flatly.
"Well, I say he can't." The car owner said back defiantly. "NO FUCKIN
SQUIBS!"
"If he doesn't go, I don't go." Tom said without any emotion.
"Fine. Give me the keys back then." The squatty, acne scarred, car owner
said, holding out his hand.
"Okay." Tom said, tossing the keys to him. "Just curious, which one of you
isn't gonna get wasted tonight since I'm not your DD anymore?" Tom didn't
wait for an answer but turned and started walking away. Scott followed,
extremely disappointed.
There was noisy commotion behind them in the parking lot and Tom smiled and
winked at Scott when they called us back. "What?" Tom called out,
pretending not to hear them.
"Come, back. He can go." One of the other guys said.
"Oh, okay then. Glad you changed your minds." Tom took the keys back from
the fuming car owner and clicked the doors unlocked.
"He just better not get in the way of me getting laid." The car guy said.
"Not much chance of that, Scarface. You looked in the mirror lately?" Tom
said in an uncharacteristic nasty way.
"F U." The guy said slamming the passenger door. It was obvious Tom didn't
like the guy and the feeling was mutual. Apparently, Tom needed the use of
a car to get to town and the car owner needed Tom to drive, since everyone
else wanted to get wasted. It seems the camp sort of looked the other way
and allowed this to go on as long as everyone was back in camp by midnight
and no one was driving drunk when they returned. If they were late, the
main gate at the road was locked and whoever wasn't back ended up sleeping
it off in their car for the night. Plus, they got docked in their pay for
showing back up late. They called the gate checker, Mr. Lewis, the "Hammer"
and he loved busting guys. He was like the camp enforcer for everything and
he just liked his job way too much.
The car owner cranked up the radio with bad rap music blasting over the
blown speakers, reached under his seat, and pulled out a can of Miller
Lite.
"Don't even think of opening that while I'm driving." Tom scolded. The
music was giving Scott a headache and he was so glad to finally get to the
Whistle Stop Bar and Restaurant. He was cramped in the middle of the back
seat between the other two head banging, senior C's. They hooted as they
headed for the bar room door. There was a string of rundown motel rooms
extending along the roadway from the south side of the bar. Tom motioned
for Scott to follow him to the caf‚ entrance. "Hey, Tommy." A middle
aged waitress called to them as they walked in. "Hi, Maggie." Tom answered
with a wave.
"You know her?" Scott asked.
"Just from coming here so much."
"Oh."
"What'cha havin tnawt?" Maggie asked as she grabbed a couple menus and
guided us to a booth.
"Dunno." Tom said, "What's good here?"
"Well, there's me course, but I been taken." Maggie said, swishing her
large hips from side to side.
"Ya, I know, breaks my heart." Tom teased.
We opened the menus and I asked, "You ordering another salad, Tommy? To
keep up your girlish figure?"
"I just might, A-hole." Tom said, without looking at Scott.
The bell on the door rang and Scott glanced up to see Michelle, Cheryl and
two other girls walk in. Scott waved and smiled. "My god, she's hot." Scott
thought again. Michelle's skin was soft and tan. Her features were petite
and perfectly arranged. Her long, slender legs extended from her short
skirt. She wore just the right amount of makeup to accent her high cheek
bones and accent her sky blue eyes. Her face was framed by her shiny, long
blonde hair. Her perfect chest gave way to a narrow waist which widened out
to the hottest, firm, round ass Scott had ever seen on a chick. His dick
was thickening just from watching her walk to their table. He and Tom
scooted in to make room and Cheryl sat next to Scott as Michelle slid in
against Tom. The other two girls sat separately at another table.
"Tom," Michelle said. "we gonna hook up tonight? Like we talked about."
"Yeah, maybe." Tom said, looking uncomfortable as hell. "But, I got the
squib with me, so, I dunno if I can."
Michelle glanced at me and said. "Cheryl can entertain him, can't you
Cheryl?"
Cheryl, glared back at Michelle, "I ain't your f'in babysitter."
"Yeah, well, we'll see." Tom interjected, then added to change subjects,
"What you wanna eat?"
"What're you talking about?" Scott asked. "What's hooking up and what's it
got to do with me?" Tom glared at Scott and Scott had no idea why.
"A bunch of us chip in for a room at the motel here and we take turns using
it. We call it hooking up." Cheryl explained. "But, the owner's pretty
strict about underage squibs like you being in here when we do it, so
that's the problem."
"Oh." Scott said, feeling stupid.
"Besides," Cheryl continued, "I can't babysit the kid, cuz I still gotta
find someone to hook up with tonight. I don't wanna get stuck with Scarface
again. He sucked so bad at doing it when I hooked up with him this one time
last year."
"Umm," Scott said raising his hand slightly with a sly smile, "I'm not
spoken for yet."
"Yeah, right." Cheryl laughed out loud, "I'm not robbin' the fuckin'
cradle. Besides, two inch baby dicks are no fun anyway. You can't even tell
you got somethin' in ya. Although, Scarface isn't much better. My God, when
I saw his last year, I told him 'I hope you got an extra small rubber so it
don't fall off while we're doin' it.' He just called me a bitch and said
his dick was big enough to make me scream for mercy. After we started, I
told him, 'okay, you can put it in anytime now.' And he told me to shut the
fuck up." Cheryl laughed, clearly pleased at herself. Tom looked horribly
uncomfortable. She was kind of disgusting, but she was obviously easy.
"I don't have no baby dick." Scott protested.
Michelle ran her fingers over Tom's big hands and said, "I bet yours is as
big as these nice strong hands, isn't it, Tom?"
Tom snickered and said, "Actually, believe it or not, Scott's got more
going on down there than me."
"Yeah, right." Cheryl said.
"I do! Mine is way big." Scott could feel his boner straining against the
fabric of his jeans from all this sex talk.
"Prove it." Cheryl said.
"How?" Scott asked.
"Let me feel it." Cheryl said.
"Here?" Scott asked looking around.
"Yeah, slide down and unsnap your jeans, no one will see." Cheryl said
completely seriously.
"No way. Not in the open." Scott said, blushing.
"Thought so." Said Cheryl, "Baby dick, like I said."
"Nuh-uh. It's big. Really it is." Scott shot back. "Tell her Tom."
"I did already, she doesn't believe it." Tom said.
Just then, Maggie came by with her pad. "You kiddies know what'cha want
t'nawt? How 'bout the poleesh sausage speshawl, we gots sum nawce bigguns."
Cheryl almost fell off the bench. We all laughed so hard, we were
crying. "What?" Maggie asked. "Whazzo funny?" Maggie stood there with her
hands on her wide hips, chuckling along with us even though she had no idea
why. The laughter was just too infectious. Everyone was staring at us.
"Nothin' Maggie." Tom said, "Just an inside joke. But, the girls will
definitely have one of those nice big sausages, I'm sure." He said, and we
all busted up again.
"OOHHH," Maggie said, shaking her head, "Thazzit. Youze kiddies always
thinkin' o' sex, ain't ya? So, that'll be two sausages fer the ladies and a
coupla rubbers fer the guys then?" She said, winking.
The laughter died down and Tom and Scott ordered double bacon cheeseburgers
and the girls got chicken salad croissants with fruit.
When Maggie left, Cheryl asked Scott, "So, you gonna let me check out your
big sausage or not?"
Scott looked at Tom and he just shrugged.
"Ahh, what the hell." Scott said, sliding low in the bench and popping the
button on his jeans. Cheryl smiled, reached over and tugged his zipper
down. Scott glanced around nervously, but no one was paying them any
attention besides Tom and Michelle. When the restraint was removed, Scott's
full boner slipped upward past the fold of his open fly and pressed out
against the fabric of his boxers. Cheryl rubbed her hand over the bulging
head and down the thick, hard shaft. Then she returned to the tip and
pinched it between her fingers.
"Holy shit, you're not fuckin' lying at all," Cheryl said,
impressed. "That's f'in big. And, you're uncut. I never had an uncut one
before. I'd love to get that monster stuck in me, anytime."
"Shhh," Scott said, pushing her hand off and zipping back up
nervously. "People'll hear you."
Cheryl smiled and stood up. "Hey everybody," she began in a loud voice.
"Oh my God." Scott said reaching out to grab her.
"The squib here...(pause for effect)...wants some tunes going, it's deader
than a morgue in here. Someone start the jukebox." she said, smiling back
at the horrified Scott. Tom and Michelle were in tears. Then she asked
Michelle, "I gotta pee, wanna come with me?"
When they left Scott said to Tom, "I thought for sure she was gonna
announce how big my dick was. God, I was horrified."
Tom started chuckling again. "I know, I did too, I wouldn't put it past
her. Have to admit, though, that was pretty funny."
"For you." Scott said.
"Seriously, though. Can you believe how great this is? We're gonna both get
some action tonight, I can tell." Scott said.
"I don't know." Tom said, losing his humor. "I don't think I want to."
"WHAT?" Scott asked, flabbergasted.
"I don't want to." Tom said back.
"Are you freakin' kidding me? Michelle is the hottest chick at camp. Hell,
she's the hottest chick I ever met in real life. She's like throwing
herself into your big hands and you're saying you don't wanna do it? Why
the hell not?"
"It's just. Well, It's just you only get one chance to lose your virginity
and I want it to be with someone I really care about. Not just some hot
available chick for a one night stand." Tom explained. "Besides, she'll
probably laugh at my little dick the way Cheryl did about Scarface's."
"That's bullshit. You're really gonna pass on this? Don't give me any more
of that 'I think I'm bi' crap. If you can pass on this chance at Michelle,
you're 110% gay. Besides, if you don't do it, Cheryl might back out on me."
Scott said.
"Hey, there's no guarantee she's gonna do you anyway. And, do you really
want to lose your virginity to that slut? Don't you want your first time to
have some meaning to it? And another thing, Don't go psychoanalyzing me,
you have no idea what goes on in my head or my heart." Tom said with some
irritation.
"I know I wanna see what it feels like to fuck. How great would it be to go
home and tell Mike I got laid before he did?" Scott mused.
"That's it?" Tom asked. "You just wanna one-up your cool group friend?
That's pathetic."
"No, not just that. I really wanna experience it. Don't you think about
doing it all the time? God, I could finally know what it really feels
like." Scott said.
"Do whatever. I'm not in." Tom said. The girls arrived back at the table
along with Maggie, carrying their tray of food.
As they started in on the chow, Tom said, "Michelle, I shoulda told you
this a long time ago, but I haven't cuz I liked your attention." Michelle
stopped chewing and stared up at Tom as he continued, "I have someone
special to me in my life already and I can't hook up with you. It would be
like cheating on them and I just can't do that." Now, everyone at the table
was staring at Michelle to see her reaction. Scott's cheeseburger stuck in
his throat, as he realized the bomb Tom just dropped was probably going to
hit him with the shrapnel.
"Fuckin' A, you shoulda told me. I been comin' on to you forever and you
been leadin' me on. You made me look like a fuckin' fool." Michelle spat
out. Her face was racked in fury. She tossed her chicken salad croissant
down and slapped Tom across the face. She stood up and said, I'm gonna go
find Scarface, he's probably a better fuck than you would be anyway. By the
way, what's her name?"
Scott looked to see Tom's reaction. He just stared straight ahead. Scott
wondered if he was gonna say the name of the kid on his basketball team, or
if that was even who he meant. Maybe, there was a girl back home he was
hooked on.
"None of your business." Tom said flatly.
"Fuck you then." Michelle said, storming off, fighting tears. They sat in
awkward silence and Cheryl tugged at Scott's hand and said, "C'mon, let's
go dance." Scott followed eagerly, leaving Tom alone with his cheeseburger
and stinging cheek.
Scott and Cheryl danced to the music with a couple other people just inside
the bar section. The third song was a slow one and Scott turned to head
back to his cheeseburger. Cheryl caught his arm and pulled him to her. She
put her hands over his shoulders and lay her head on his chest. Scott
wrapped his hands around her waist and began swaying to the rhythm. He felt
her chest press against him. He felt her pelvis grinding softly against his
groin. His dick started to swell and she raised up and kissed him. She
kissed him again and he felt her tongue pushing against his quivering
lips. He opened and let her probe into his mouth. They rubbed tongues
between them and swayed with the music. Scott's boner was raging hard now
and demanding relief from the pressure of his tight jeans. Scott put one
hand in his pocket and contorted his hips to move it up into the crease of
his thigh, helping a bit to relieve its pressure. Cheryl chuckled and
pressed herself into it. Scott started imagining doing her and they were
swaying and rubbing when the unthinkable happened. Scott creamed himself
right there on the dance floor. By the time he realized it was gonna
happen, it was too late to stop it. He pulled away and said, "Excuse me, I
gotta go to the bathroom."
Cheryl, pulled him back toward her and whispered, "Buy a rubber."
Scott hurried off. He cleaned himself up as much as he could with wads of
toilet paper. He was still trembling from the possibility of getting
laid. Finally, he dressed and examined his crotch. Fortunately, the dark
jeans didn't show the wet stain too badly, and he pulled his shirt tail
over it. After washing up, he stared at the metal box on the wall. "Glow in
the dark?" He muttered out loud. "Wow."
He selected one called 'Ribbed for Maximum Pleasure' and stuck his quarters
into the slot. Stuffing the packet in his pocket, he checked himself once
more down there in his crotch area and headed out.
"There's the little fucker," Scarface said. "I told you, didn't I?" he said
looking at Tom.
"What?" Scott asked. Everyone was staring at him.
"The owner saw you dancing in the bar with Cheryl and refused to rent us a
room. He's afraid you'll use it with her and he could get in trouble with
the Sherriff for letting underage minors in. He said he ain't runnin' no
kiddie brothel." Tom explained, quoting the owner.
Scott's heart sank. Not only was he not gonna get laid, he was now
responsible for nobody getting laid.
"Sorry." Was all Scott could muster.
"Yeah, well, sorry doesn't cut it, dickwad. Just wait." Scarface
threatened.
One of the head bangers from the backseat came up just then and said, "Hey,
Joe says if we can lose the squib, he'll rent us a room."
"Tom, take my car and get your squib back to camp, then come back and get
us." Scarface ordered.
"I'm not driving all the way back here. Forget it." Tom said. "See if you
three can get other rides and then I'll take him. Otherwise, we're all
going back now."
"You are such a pain in the ass." Scarface said. Scarface motioned for the
head banger to follow him.
In a very short time, Scarface returned and said they had found rides. It
seemed everyone that wanted to use the motel room was motivated to
help. Tom and I got back in the old green Ford and headed back. I changed
the radio away from the rap to a soft rock station and the Gavin DeGraw
song came on.
"Dude, listen to the lyrics of this song. I was listening to it earlier and
it's so perfect for us." They listened in silence and when it finished,
Scott turned the radio off and looked at Tom. "I'm sorry for causing so
much trouble for you."
"It's not your fault," Tom said, "I invited you to go. To be honest, I was
kind of hoping that having you there would give me a way out from doing it
with Michelle, cuz I knew she was planning on it."
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry for all the crap I said about that, too. It's none
of my business what you do." Scott said, but then added, "I still don't get
why you don't wanna do it with her."
"Like that song said, 'I don't wanna be anything other than me' and I'm not
interested in a one night stand with any girl, no matter how hot she
is. Doing it just cuz she's hot makes me a total hypocrite about the whole
sex thing. Sex has to be more than just humping like a couple of dogs for
me. I have to have some feelings of love involved, like it was with Jeff."
Tom explained.
Scott pondered that for a while then asked cautiously, "So, do you have
love feelings for me? Is that why you wanted to mess around earlier?"
Tom looked at Scott with such intensity that Scott had to look away. No
words were needed.
"That's heavy." Scott finally said. "I don't know what to do with that."
"It's okay. You don't have to do anything other than what you want to do
with it." Tom replied. "Just feel what you really feel. Don't force
feelings one way or the other."
Scott stared at Tom in silence for a long time. But the silence wasn't
uncomfortable. The dash lights cast a soft glow over his pale face. His
high cheekbones led to a strong, square jaw. "His lips would be perfect for
playing the trumpet," Scott thought, "Not too thin, not too thick. I wonder
what it would be like to kiss them." At that thought he shook his head and
looked away. Scott ran his tongue over his own beautifully shaped lips and
thought about kissing with Cheryl on the dance floor. Confusion clouded all
of his thoughts.
Before he knew it, they were back at camp. Mr. Lewis met them at the
gate. He shined his flashlight in Tom's face and asked, "Why you boys back
so early? You been drinking?"
"No, sir." Tom answered politely.
"Where are the others? This isn't even your car is it? Where's that Bob
kid, whose car this is?" He questioned.
"We wanted to come back early, so they're getting other rides." Tom told
him.
"Well, I don't smell anything and your eyes look good, so go on in."
Mr. Lewis said, sounding disappointed. He pulled the gate open and waved
them in.
Tom and Scott went back to the tent and just climbed in bed. There wasn't
really anything else to really do. They weren't all that tired yet though,
so they lay awake talking about everything and nothing. Each shared special
memories from childhood and laughed and joked. Scott recounted his first
sucking experience with his cousin and then told Tom all about teaching
Mike how to do it. Tom wanted all the details from those experiences. The
conversation came easy and light.
After a pause in the conversation, Tom asked, "Scott, does it bother you
that I have feelings for you?"
Scott leaned up on one elbow and looked over toward Tom, even though he
couldn't really see him well through the dark. "Yes and No." Scott said. "I
don't know what I feel about it. I like you a lot. I don't think I love
you, though. But maybe I do. Hell, I don't know even what that means for
sure. I've been messing around with guy friends, mostly Mike, since I was
twelve. I like doing it with him, but I don't like love him. Sometimes, I
wish I hadn't started messing around so early. I think that mighta messed
up how I think about sex stuff. I hope my little brother, Sammy, can stay
innocent about it for a while."
After a pause, Scott continued, "I mean, I never did anything but flirt and
smooch with a girl before. Tonight, when Cheryl slipped me the tongue,
that's the first time I ever even did that much. Dude, don't laugh at this,
but I got so horny dancing with her, I creamed in my pants. I really wanna
try out fucking, it's like all I think about sometimes. I just want to know
how it feels like with a girl, you know? I want to know if I'm more
straight or more gay. Or maybe like you said, bi." Scott fell back on his
pillow. He felt confused and suddenly melancholy.
"Scott," Tom said softly, "Could we sleep together. I could push my cot
next to yours and we could zip our bags together. Not for sex stuff, I just
wanna hold you."
After thinking about it for a long while, Scott agreed. Tom turned on the
lantern and Scott admired his tall, strong body, almost naked except for
his boxers. After some effort, they managed to get the bags zipped together
and slipped into them. Scott lay on his back on his side of the cot,
feeling a little unsure. Tom rolled to his side and reached over and gently
stroked Scott's chest and arm. Tom reached over and pulled him toward
him. He slipped his strong hand and forearm across Scott's back and pulled
him up against himself. Scott could smell Tom's deodorant scent. Tom
stroked Scott's back and pressed Scott's cheek into his muscular chest. Tom
slipped his hand down under Scott's waistband and rubbed his smooth bottom.
"Kiss me." Scott said, pulling away and sliding upward to face Tom. "I
wanna try kissing with you. I wanna compare kissing a guy to kissing a
girl."
Tom grinned and slid his hand behind Scott's head, spread Scott's thick,
brown hair between his fingers, and pressed his lips to Scott's trembling
mouth. Lightly at first, pulling away, then more deeply. Tom slipped his
long, narrow tongue between Scott's lips and traced over the roof of
Scott's mouth. Scott felt Tom's dick grow against his leg. Scott focused on
the feelings in his mouth. Scott countered Tom's probing motions with his
own tongue into Tom's mouth. After several minutes of alternate tonsil
swabbings, Tom's intensity increased. He pressed his whole body tightly
against Scott, wrapping his left leg over Scott's legs and kissed more
deeply. Tom began humping with rapid, firm thrusts against Scott's
thigh. Scott pulled away. "Slow down, dude. You're ruining it." He
said. For Scott, it felt more natural kissing Cheryl, even though he cared
more emotionally about Tom. Somehow, it felt kinda forced with Tom.
Tom got control and apologized. "Sorry, I just get lost in the passion."
"Yeah, okay." Scott said. "I'm done for now though, okay?" Scott rolled
over away from Tom, but allowed Tom to snuggle up against him. Tom put his
leg back over Scott along with his left arm draped over Scott's chest and
kissed the back of Scott's neck. "I do love you." Tom whispered. Scott said
nothing in return, but snuggled back into Tom's body. He felt Tom's stiff
dick pressing into his butt cheeks. He accepted Tom's slow grinding motion
against him as normal and probably unavoidable. He thought back on times
he'd snuggled with his little brother, Sammy. He thought about the
confusing feelings he'd had when his dick grew from their snuggling and how
weird it had been the time he cummed against him. Now he was the little one
and Tom was in his role. He wondered what Sammy had been feeling then. He
wondered if Sammy even knew what had gone on. Suddenly, Tom tensed up and
Scott knew instantly what was happening. When he finished, Tom pulled away
and got up. He turned on the light and found a T-shirt to wipe up with. He
handed Scott a clean pair of boxers and they both changed. Tom climbed back
into the bag and snuggled up again to Scott's backside as they drifted off
to sleep in silence.